[Comprehensive master Naruto] The daimyo of the country of fire is in a panic

I, the Fire Nation Daimyo, woke up this morning feeling panicked.

Because Senju Hashirama, who always slept more soundly than me, was staring directly at my face.

"Are there any unusual signs on my face? Has someone poisoned me? Am I unable to move now?" I cherished my life, so I quickly consulted experts.

"No, Your Highness, you are perfectly healthy and safe." The older ninjas in the corner replied in unison.

"Huh - that's good." The older ninjas are also from Senju, and they have extraordinary medical skills. No matter how invincible Hashirama is, he is not as knowledgeable as the older people. Since they all said it's okay, then I don't have to Keep Hashirama's abnormality in mind.

"But your eyes are swollen," the boy with the younger sister seemed to be suppressing a smile, "You should take care of it before going out."

My personal bodyguard, Toramaru, had been waiting outside the door for a long time when he heard voices inside. "Your Highness?"

"Come in."

I opened the quilt and walked directly to the bronze mirror. Although I was mentally prepared, I was still shocked by my ugliness.Have you ever seen a female actor used in Noh drama?My eyes are no better than theirs now.

"Chi—" Hashirama behind him pinched his thigh and made a sound like air leaking.

Toramaru immediately gave him a sharp look, and a ninja named Senju Hiroshi quickly pressed Hashirama's head down, asking him to bow to me and apologize: "Young Master Hashirama is really rude, please forgive me. crime."

The moment I saw his head hit the ground, the Thousand-Armed Buddha that destroyed the world in the original work seemed to hit my heart with a "bang", and a revolving door appeared in my mind, from the origin of the universe to In the four battles with so many gods, thousands of words are condensed into one sentence: "I can't bear this damn worship!"

But so what, according to the setting, our status is very different. If I overreact, the people who come to teach me about my inappropriate behavior tomorrow will be queued from here all the way to the Land of Snow.

"First he threatened the Daimyo, and then he ridiculed the Daimyo." I paused deliberately to hear clearly the sound of Hashirama sucking in the air-conditioning. "This is no small crime."

"Yes!" Toramaru echoed, looking so happy that he was wagging his tail.

"So you can restore my eyes to their original state within a stick of incense, otherwise you can run away naked!"

"Eh?"

……

The Senju's medical ninjutsu is well-deserved, and no one noticed anything strange about me during the morning meeting - of course, I suspect they didn't remember what I looked like in the first place, let alone pay attention to my face.Everyone's attention was focused on the old writer Sakahara Chinobu, listening to his analysis of the pirate problem in the southeastern coastal areas.

"The pirates have come from afar, and they are short of food and fresh water, so they cannot make a big impact. The three ninja clans of Yueguang, Aomori, and Sakuma will deal with it. Our samurai and ashigaru do not need to go out. We will prepare money and food for them as rewards. Yes." Sakahara was obviously confident and said calmly.

Yamagata smiled and nodded. He was thin and seemed gentle. I remember that he rarely directly opposed Sakahara's opinions.Another family elder, Ishida Takaka, had other ideas and said in a rough voice: "We need opportunities to train our troops and cannot rely too much on ninjas. The ninja clan never pays allegiance and only recognizes money and food. There may be the possibility of being bribed by other countries. We must take precautions.”

I followed my mother's teachings, listened with curiosity, and then swallowed my complaints back into my stomach.

It is said that during the Neon Warring States Period, Iga ninjas only worked for the highest paying employer, but there were also Koga ninjas who were only loyal to their lord.In the same way, many people in the twelve counties must have personal relationships with the ninja clan. These local snakes and armed groups have been united for countless generations for their own interests. How can we say that the ninjas they befriended "only care about money and food"?Moreover, don’t your warriors recognize the fiefdom?Any armed force must rely on economic support and cannot judge human nature too arbitrarily.

But when it comes to military training, I think Ishida is right.When the content of the comics became reality, the social structure was greatly different from the settings written by Kishimoto. Now the war is more cruel, and the scope of the "army" has been greatly expanded. Ninjas are responsible for fighting against ninjas, samurai are responsible for fighting against samurai, and civilians are responsible for fighting against ninjas. There is also a high chance that they will be expropriated to "fill gullies."A real war is when one country fights against another country. No matter you are a daimyo, a samurai, a ninja or a farmer, you cannot escape.

The meeting was coming to an end, and Toushi Yamagata finally gave me a chance to speak. "...My youngest son will be serving Yuan Dynasty next year, let him work for you." His smile at this time was a little sincere.

"A tiger father has no dog son. The son you educate must be very good, so let him be my mentor." I smiled and gave him the answer he wanted.

Sure enough, Yamagata smiled like an old ape, rolled his eyes and glanced at Sakahara and Ishida.Sakahara didn't react at all, but Ishida received the provocation and immediately glanced at Toramaru who was holding the sword behind me.

A group of old men will send their sons to my place to be jealous. Toramaru is a child who has been taught bad things. Now he stares at Hashirama every day, as if that little sister is going to blow my pillow. It's really annoying. .

Since I can’t stand it, I choose not to watch it.

Did I say before that one of my many titles is called "Gyeonggi's No. [-] Gundo"?

However, the fact is that even if I give up the lethality, I can't even shoot from 50 meters - this is the result of more than a year of practice.

The bow and arrow shafts made of bamboo wood were polished very smooth and felt very comfortable, just like a cat's back. But I really didn't want to touch it anymore. The sweat had soaked the cloth wrapped around my palms, and I still arrowed. The arrow misses the target.

"Whoosh-"

The shuriken flew through the air and was firmly nailed to the big tree 50 meters away.

No one came out to claim it, but in my eyes, it was like a firework. After it exploded, four big characters were written in the sky: "Thousand-Armed Pillars."

Long-distance shooting is impossible, and mounted shooting is even less possible.After struggling to get off the horse, both Toramaru and Kanan looked at me with worried expressions.

"Your Highness, the accumulation of martial arts is not a day's work. Let's continue tomorrow." My spear master, Aoki Shincheng, one of Ogino's seven spears, also advised everyone.

I silently scanned the crowd on the training ground.When I was riding the horse, the Senju ninjas were also running behind the horse (I know it's stupid but it's the rule). Now their breath is even and their expressions are unchanged. They have run back and forth for several kilometers and have just taken a walk. different.As for me, I was clearly riding a horse, but I was sweating profusely and my hands and feet were shaking. I looked like a pretty boy who had just come out of Yoshiwara.

Senju Hashirama felt my gaze, a little confused, and showed a friendly smile uncertainly.

How much I envy him. His power is in his own hands. If he keeps this body, no one can take it away.When he becomes fully fledged in ten years, no faction will despise him. He will have the capital to change the world - as long as he makes good use of his talents, he can do all this.

My mentality was a bit broken. I walked out of the martial arts arena in a daze and walked around the courtyard aimlessly. Then I went back to the house and randomly found a book and held it in my hand, trying my best to pretend that everything was normal.

And me?what do I have?Politically, there is a lack of reliable allies, economic strategies are not adopted, the force value is not enough at all, and the personal charm is also a mess.The Muto family has only unified the Fire Nation for a century. Can I suppress the ambitious people who want to conquer the superior?My men all have their own agendas. Can I unite them all?The domestic ninja clans are fighting against each other, consuming their strength and reducing their population. What if other countries invade in large numbers? What should I do?

Wait, the ninja clans are conquering each other?How could I forget this!

"Lord?" Toramaru was startled by the sound of my slapping his thigh.

"Go and call Senju Hashirama."

"But," Toramaru was a little embarrassed, "Master Yamagata's youngest son is waiting outside to be received."

"Sorry, I'm going to interrupt. I'm right here. Did you call me just now?" Hashirama slowly emerged from the paper sliding door.

"Yes, you stay here first, Toramaru, and ask Yamagata to come in."

The sunshine in August is still very warm, and at the same time the cool wind makes people feel refreshing. If I have to use the month as a metaphor, I think August can be compared to a teenager, with both boiling blood and mixed emotions. A sense of freshness mixed with childishness.

Don't think I'm off topic, because at this moment, four young people with their own characteristics are sitting in front of me.

My surname is Toramaru, Ishida Takataka's adopted son. He has a baby face, but he looks as tall and thick as his adoptive father. He is a good boy at heart, but it seems that under the pressure of his parents, he has become a little tail that I can't get rid of... It gives me a headache.

His surname is Kanan, the son of Sasaki Yukaku. The only rebellious thing about him is that he is at the opposite extreme of his father's skin color. Both father and son are devout Buddhists. They have high moral character but they are too accepting of death... which gives them a headache.

Senju Hashirama may be very great in the future, but currently he has successfully used hundreds of off-line behaviors in just three days to make me no longer have any expectations. In addition, when will he pay back the gambling debt he owes me... …Headache.

Next, there is the new Youbi.

The handsome young man has an elegant figure, a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his thin lips curl up in a beautiful arc. He exudes the quiet atmosphere of Heifang.He looked at me intently for two seconds, as if he wanted to carve my appearance into his mind, and then bowed his head like a crane treading snow: "Your Highness, I am Mori Ranmaru, the third son of the Yamagata family." .”

What?what's your name?Say it again?Do you have to ride on the popularity of that young genius in history?I am not the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven!I don’t want anyone to shout to me, “The enemy is at Honnoji Temple”!

"I want to call you 'Ranmaru' instead, is that okay?"

"If that's your wish." Ranmaru seemed to smile even more happily.Toramaru and Kanan both looked at him quietly with the eyes of their competitors. Only Hashirama was not disturbed by this subtle atmosphere at all, staring at my iron bones and distracted him.

What do you have to compete with... Nowadays, the trend of public education is very popular, and many famous people have their subordinates as harems, but I don't want to follow the example of a certain unnamed Takeda Daisen doctor Harunobu who entered the path of Shingen!

In the end, in order not to hurt our friendship, I still had to endure this strange Shura field and "enjoy" the "elegant time" surrounded by teenagers.It wasn't until after the dinner and before going to bed that I finally found a chance to talk to Hashirama alone.

"Ah, it's great that friends of similar age can work together." Hashirama laughed heartily when he mentioned Toramaru and Canan.

...You didn't understand the atmosphere between them.

"Do you have any friends of a similar age?"

"Yes, he is also my best friend. We met last summer."

"Are we of the same race?" I asked knowingly.

"...No." His smile disappeared.

"Does that clan allow you two to date?"

Hashirama didn't answer, but looked at the roof warily.

"I sent your tribe to inspect the courtyard."

"We all hide it from our respective families. We don't want to reveal our respective identities. There is nothing wrong with just deceiving ourselves and others." Hashirama said softly.

"If I hadn't recruited you, you probably would have spent more time together." Oops, will I affect the progress of these two people?

"No, I usually focus on training, and I am often involved in conflicts between ninja clans."

"'Getting involved' - it seems that's not what you wanted."

Hashirama raised his head suddenly, the unwillingness and confusion in his eyes almost overflowing. He looked directly into my eyes, trying to see my true purpose from here.

"And I don't want the ninja clan to conquer each other." I straightened my spine and said every word.

"Why? I thought these things had nothing to do with you?" He was very puzzled.

"Because my-"

"Shh, someone is coming." Hashirama's pure black pupils faced the night, "I know you don't want to tell others about your situation, and you have always only confided in me, so let us keep secrets from each other. Let’s talk about it when we get a chance.”

You... actually discovered it?Even I just realized this.Indeed, besides my mother, you are actually the person I trust the most.

Canaan came in with a tray and wanted to help me wash up. I declined him politely, hung the cotton cloth around my neck and started washing my face myself.

The water in the golden basin was rippling, reflecting my appearance somewhat comically. I lowered my eyes, looked at the turbulent water, and secretly made a decision.

The disputes between the ninja clan... I want to change the status quo, maybe I should start with what I can do.